THE NEED TO SING
Conducted with bones on rotting tombstones
Death has a melody in A minor
Sung by a choir with dirt for a home
It pulls and beckons with hints of Wagner
They sing of long sleep; eternal nightfall
The words imply the need to be absolved
Notes climb to the third, C major recalled
Their voices entice and the chords resolve
Now comes the refrain, the key shifts to F
A single alto sings alone, only
She makes a request with her endless breath
“Please come sing with us. We are so lonely.”
When you hear this, count to twenty and turn
The singing dead have flesh that always burns
